A self-destructive man must feel completely alienated, utterly alone. He's an outsider to the human community. He thinks to himself, "I must be insane." What he fails to realize is that society has, just as he does, a vested interest in considerable losses and catastrophes. The only difference is, he believes in those losses being his own. These wars, these economic atrocities, terrorism, they all meet well-defined needs. Man wants chaos. In fact, he's gotta have it. Depression, strife, riots, murder. We’re all afraid of it all. We're irresistibly drawn to that almost orgasmic state created out of death and destruction. As if pain and suffering to others, have this incredible feeling of joy and exasperation linked to it: something you’d want to enjoy over and over again. Is this why we enjoy seeing others in pain? It's in all of us. We revel in it. Sure, the media tries to put a sad face on these things, painting them up as great human tragedies. But we all know the function of the media has never been to eliminate the evils of the world, no. Their job is to persuade us to accept those evils and get used to living with them. The powers that be want us to be passive observers. And the government? Well, they haven't given us any other options outside the occasional, purely symbolic, participatory act of voting. You want the puppet on the left or the puppet on the right? The hand or the fist? (No pun intended). And what effect has come out of it, when I project my own inadequacies and dissatisfactions into the sociopolitical and scientific schemes, and let my own lack of disinterest be heard? Nothing.